She Only Cares About Cultivation

The Party Secretary saw that it was no longer his business, so of course he wasn’t going to show any mercy to the real culprit. An Yi followed him into these three families’ houses. Everyone who was working out in the fields all rushed back and blocked the door, not letting her in. But just because they didn’t let her in, did that mean she couldn’t go in?

An Yi casually pointed at the base of one family’s wall.

"If my intuition isn’t wrong, buried there is the corpse of a baby girl who’d just been born not long before. About five years ago. The child was perfectly healthy, but because she was a girl, this Old Lady strangled her to death with her own hands. You want to ask how I know? You’ve probably heard the saying: thieves are prone to guilty consciences. You even buried her by the pigsty, thinking the pigs could help you destroy the evidence? Don’t forget that Heaven’s justice is clear and retribution never misses. Your family hasn’t been able to get pregnant for years—never thought about whether you’ve piled up too much sin? You can’t stand seeing others do well, think I treat the kid I picked up like a treasure and take such good care of him, so you got jealous, started hating me, didn’t you?"

The Old Lady was so shocked her soul seemed to fly out of her body. She instinctively stepped back. An Yi turned her head and swept a glance at the other two families.

"Don’t think that just because I came to this village, I don’t know anything. Whatever dirty secrets any of your families have, I’m clearer on them than anyone. This Old Lady killed her own granddaughter, yet told everyone the baby was born not breathing. I know this kind of thing isn’t considered rare anywhere. I just find it ridiculous. She herself is a woman, yet she despises girls, despises us as wasting grain, as water that’s been poured out, and never once thinks about whether she herself came from that same basin of water?"

"Tell me, does the child’s mother know she actually gave birth to a healthy baby girl? And as for you two families, one of you sneaks around behind your own wife’s back to sleep with a widow. As for the other one, heh, even more outrageous. That kid they had, although it carries their bloodline, still!"

"Shut up, shut your mouth. Say one more word and I’ll tear that mouth of yours to shreds!"

The village is only so big—heads up you see each other, heads down you see each other. Rumors spread fast. It’s just that there was never any evidence, so everyone treated it like a joke and let it go. For someone to really rip off the skins from their faces like this, that had never happened. An Yi must have been truly furious today, which is why she went after these three families so cleanly and sharply.

"Oh? Tear my mouth, huh? Feeling guilty now, are you? Look at you baring fangs and brandishing claws like that—if you kept quiet, no one would start thinking along the lines they shouldn’t."

"Get lost, you pent‑up piece of crap. Think you’ve grown some guts, huh? Watch me rip that youngest pair of nippy little eyes of yours right off your face, you’re really asking for it!"

"Oh hey, what are you doing? Don’t go cursing like you’re Zhang Fei. Can you settle down a bit? Just let her go, stop talking, you shut up!"

"Why the hell should I shut up? What, whose side are you people on, huh? Helping some piece of junk nobody wants to drag me down here? Come on then, if you’ve got proof, bring it out! Make yourself clear! You mumble all vague like this, and you really think I did something unspeakable?"

An Yi watched that eldest sister‑in‑law spraying filth from her mouth and thought, thank God I’m standing far away. With combat power like that, no wonder that useless husband of hers can’t control her, and ends up getting outdone by his own old man. Truly... heh, what a joke!

"If you want a more detailed answer, come find me. I’ll tell you, right in front of everyone. Then where will your man’s pride go? Your mouth is so poisonous—before you talk about others, have you ever thought about yourself? I came to give you a lesson today too, to let you understand what cause and effect, what karmic retribution means."

"Alright, that’s it for today. In future, before you come looking to make trouble for me, you’d better weigh yourselves first. Don’t let others just egg you on a little and you lose all sense of direction, dragging yourself and your family down with you. Heh, one last thing: don’t underestimate me too much. I know far more than you lot can imagine! I just want to close my door and live my own small life. If you won’t allow that, then how about we go down together?"

She had just turned around when, among those three families she’d exposed in public, the Old Lady and the middle‑aged woman had already been grabbed and held back by their own people.

From the third family walked out a middle‑aged woman, her face haggard: "An, is what you just said true?"

An Yi looked at her with pity. "Some things, deep down you actually already know. It’s just that for the sake of the child, you instinctively keep denying yourself. See Qiuxia and Caihua? Isn’t their background even more pitiful than yours? But even they can support themselves. You’re so hardworking—why can’t you?"

"Only when you walk out that door will you feel just how wonderful fresh air is. There are other empty houses in this village. You’re not that old, but look at that face of yours—it’s already been eroded by the years so much that people can’t tell whether you’re the mom or the Grandma. A man who’s been subjecting you to long‑term cold violence and domestic violence—why are you still breaking your back doing all the hard work for his family like some ox or horse? Look back at your sisters‑in‑law: which one of them isn’t living better than you?"